So much for peace.
How the woman went from outrage to content, future grandma was baffling. I ignored the tapping of her manicured nails and Dad’s body tensing next to me and promised myself I would clear up the pregnancy confusion once I wasn’t wearing a wedding dress and fleeing a press bonanza. For now, I’d let the parents dream of chubby babies if it kept them off my back.
The three of us rode in silence, my mom’s hand resting on my knee while Dad stretched his arm behind both of us, creating a Mitchell cocoon. The tinted windows kept us hidden from the flashing lights of the photographers as we drove through the city streets.
In the silence, dread crept in, allowing the drama of the day to finally settle over me.
Luca was arrested.
I fucked his cousin without knowing it—and surprise—he was at my wedding.
Our parents think I’m pregnant.
And how could I forget?
More than one person wants me dead.
Being Sasha Marie Mitchell-Moretti was a-fucking-lot.
The convoy of shiny black cars pulled in front of our house, and I took a deep breath. “You guys can go home.”
“We don’t—”
“You sure, honey?” Dad cut Mom off, his stare calculating.
I folded my hands in my lap to keep from fidgeting. “I want to be alone.”
He nodded and kissed my forehead. Slipping out of the backseat, he held open the door for us.
“Great,” I groaned as Morettis invaded my home.
Dad helped me out of the car, pulling me into a hug. His familiar cologne—the good stuff my mom bought him every year for their anniversary—wrapped around me, soothing my frayed nerves. “You want me to kick them out?”
I chuckled, thinking about my dad taking on the mob for me. “I got it. Just get Mom home and calm her down.”
“Her daughter married a murderer. I don’t know if she’ll ever calm down.” He kissed my forehead and pushed me toward the house. “We’ll check in tomorrow.”
I waved as he got back into the limo.
“Sasha!” Sarah called from a black sedan down the block. She gathered the skirt on her emerald gown and rushed toward me. “Are you okay?”
"I’m fine.”
I grunted when she slammed into me, wrapping me in a hug, her small baby bump poking me in the stomach. “What are you doing here?”
Sarah loosened her hold but didn’t let go. “Luca was just arrested, and the family’s closing ranks. Where else would I be?” She scanned the street as she led me to the wide-open front door. “But don’t worry, Morettis don’t do time.”
I came to an abrupt stop, making Sarah trip. “You know?”
“Of course I do.” Sarah rolled her eyes, tucking a loose red curl behind her ear. “Did you think Michael didn’t warn me about his family’s less-than-legal enterprises?”
“I guess I thought because he’s so far removed, maybe you didn’t know. Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“Michael and his family made it very clear it wasn’t something I was free to share.” She gave me an apologetic smile. “Besides, would it have changed anything?”
I bit the inside of my cheek and shook my head.
“That’s what I figured. Now, let’s get inside.”